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Rajasthan & Delhi: People
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I buy my soul's food
Cook and eat it
And set the empty pot in the corner.
I warm my hands at the dying fire
And lying down to rest
Give God thanks.
The mill of night whistles
And from the moon-chimney
Smoke rises, sign of hope.
I eat what I earn,
Not yesterday's left-overs,
And leave no grain for tomorrow.
— Amrita Pritam |